Don put on the most charming smile he could muster, stepping forward as he welcomed Ms. Claire. "The more, the merrier," he said, his eyes meeting Samantha's as he approached.
"Need any help with those?" he asked, gesturing to the stack of documents she was holding.
Samantha gave him a warm smile, the kind that radiated through her eyes. "Thanks, honey," she replied softly, handing over the documents with a grateful nod.
As Don took them, Ms. Claire's gaze followed his movements, and she offered him the smallest of smiles. "I hope I'm not imposing," she murmured, her voice low and elegant.
Before Don could respond, Samantha let out a sweet short laugh while shaking her head. "Heavens, no!" she said, her tone light. "With how close our daughters are, we're practically family."
